Beautiful poems describing loneliness (68 articles)

First, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

second, there was an easterly wind in the small building last night, so it was hard for my country to look back in the middle of the moon.

third, there's nothing I can do to get rid of this situation, so I frown but go to my heart!

fourth, the crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

fifth, there is nothing in the world, and much ado about nothing.

6. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

VII. Speculation, doubt and analysis of strange writing.

eight, the wood is thriving, and the spring begins to flow.

9. The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the flowers are flying in the sky.

ten, lonely and sad, but also send yourself away, self-control.

Xi. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless.

12. The mountains on the seashore are like swords and mangs, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

thirteen, the wind blows the sky and waves, just smile and don't worry.

Fourteen, the threshold chrysanthemum is worried about the smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.

fifteen, rouge tears, make people drunk, when heavy, naturally people grow up and hate water.

XVI. If the relationship lasts for a long time, it's not the same day and night.

XVII. leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.

18. I'm obsessed with trifles, and I'm afraid you won't notice.

19. It's not a transit to Qian Fan, and the twilight is full of water.

twenty, only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are heard by the ears and colored by the eyes.

twenty-one, the number of peaks is bitter, and it is yellow and rainy in Shang Lue.

XXII. cycles of change have moved into the past, while still this mountain dignity has commanded the cold river.

Twenty-three, the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?

twenty-four, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.

twenty-five, people are moving in a hurry, and they are heartless.

26. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the canal.

twenty-seven, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, flying over the swing with red.

twenty-eight, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, and endless spring flowers bloom all over the painting floor.

twenty-nine, donggao is looking at dusk, and what is the desire for migration? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only shining.

3. Looking down at the great river from Yokooka, I was worried about Wan Li in front of the floating hall.

thirty-one, once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber.

thirty-two, geese and snow are blowing in the north wind. The eldest husband is poor and who is willing, today meet can not pay for drinks.

thirty-three, the heart has no material desires, that is, the autumn sky is in the sea; Sitting with a piano book, you will become a stone room Dan Qiu.

34. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.

thirty-five, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.

thirty-six, everything is wrong, and the eyes are raised and the eyebrows are lowered. Raise your eyes and lower your eyebrows, pointing to the silent tears to hang down first.

thirty-seven, now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I still have a rest, but I say that it is cool and autumn.

thirty-eight, the microwave hates the sea, but the bright moon is merciless.

Thirty-nine, I came home from a dream at night, and I was dressing at the Xiao Xuan window.

forty, caring for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines.

forty-one, the mountains are getting better every day, and the birds are returning.

forty-two, who knows in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and my body is old in Cangzhou.

forty-three, what does it taste like to twist the word autumn heart into dust? What is it like to lie down and read the piano score, but for whom?

forty-four, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.

forty-five, I want to give my heart to Yao Qin, but I have few bosom friends. Who will listen to the broken string?

forty-six, the suffering of the abdomen is truly frightening, and the sorrow of the lips and teeth is still treatable.

47. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.

forty-eight, asking how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward.

forty-nine, white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one.

Fifty, but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel your worries.

51. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.

fifty-two, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, which is to leave sorrow. Don't have a general taste in your heart.

fifty-three, take advantage of the cool summer, and lie idle in the shade.

fifty-four, but how unlucky a poet is, he will be defeated by the monarch.

fifty-five, a cold leaf, accompanied by autumn wind, fell into the pool, rippling a little, and returned to calm.

fifty-six, the belt is getting wider and wider. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.

fifty-seven. At that time, the moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

fifty-eight, build house is in the human territory, and there are no chariots and horses.

fifty-nine, I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!

sixty, after a long time in the cage, I am back to nature.

sixty-one, looking for, cold, sad.

sixty-two, the past is gone, and the willows are reluctant; The road was muddy and hard to walk, and the thirsty and hungry.

sixty-three, there is no flame shadow in the remnant lamp, and I heard that you were banished to Jiujiang this evening.

sixty-four, lonely boudoir, one inch of sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.

sixty-five, the whole world is turbid and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.

66. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

sixty-seven, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.

sixty-eight, there's nothing I can do to get rid of this situation, so I frown but go to my heart. Sad poems with agitated mood (68 poems)

First, the tears are not clear, and the eyebrows are still sad. -You Gonggong's

Second, it takes a long day to fight for sorrow. -He Zhu's "it is hard to go Bound Tiger Hands"

Third, one day, the people on the railing did not see, and the tears were covered. -Feng Yansi's

Fourth, fragrant flowers fly into the building, and high-profile Zheng is played to ease the night sorrow. -Wang Changling's

5. Because I wrote a pomegranate skirt at that time, I was sad and red. -Wu Wenying's "Bathing Lanxiang Lin Zhongyu in Huai 'an Heavy Noon"

Sixth, the most hasty resignation of the temple day, the teaching workshop still played farewell songs and wept for Gong E. -Li Yu's

Seven, I'm worried about hurting northerners, and I'm not used to listening. -Li Qingzhao's "Adding Words to Ugly Slaves Who Plant Banana Trees at the Window"

8. Everyone says that no one is worried about me. Tonight, there are plum blossoms, which is like me. -Jie Jiang's "Plum Blossom Introduction, Jingxi Blocking Snow"

Nine, it is planned to leave the injury from the mood and wait for Han Xiao to say it again. -Nalan Xingde's "Good Things Close, Five Winds Outside the Curtain"

X. The soil flowers once dyed Xiang E Dai, and the lead tears are hard to disappear. -Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Tuhua Once Dyed Xiang E Dai"

XI. Wine enters the sorrow and turns into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Nostalgia Covered by Su Curtain

XII. After a long holiday, I have been sad, and I am brave and occasionally drunk. -Su Xun's "Nine Days and Duke Wei of Korea"

XIII. The night was cold and the tears fell with snuff. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, a few leaves rustling and raining"

XIV. There is no companion on the pool. —— Autumn Twilight in Gan Caozi by Liu Yong

15. The flat forest is deserted, and the cold mountain area is sad. -Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man Ping Lin Mo Mo Smoke Like Weaving"

XVI. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears become red azaleas. -Gao Zhu's

Wine on Qingming Day XVII. where is my wife and my son? Little sorrow on their face., yet crazily I pack my books and poems. -Du Fu's "both sides of the yellow river recaptured by the imperial army"

18. Little by little, tears are full. —— Huang Gongshao's "Jade Case, Stop Needle and Thread Every Year"

XIX. It rains on the sad pillow at night, and a little bit of rain falls. -Li Qingzhao's "Adding Ugly Nu, Who is Planting Banana Trees at the Window"

Twenty, the apricot mud is getting red and wet, and Yan Yan is speechless. -Wu Wenying's "Sweeping Flowers, Cold Food in West Lake"

21. Yunshan is interested, but there is no plan for Xuan Shang, and it is blown away by the west wind. -Liu Zhi's "Mountain Sheep and Yancheng Shuhuai"

Twenty-two, where to go in heaven and earth, when the old love and new dreams come, the curtain falls at dusk. -Zhang Shu's "Huanxisha Pillow Barrier Fumigation Furnace Embroidered Curtain"

Twenty-three, just after the setting sun, it is dusk rain. -Yan Jidao's

24. In the frost wind, the sunset is accompanied by sorrow. —— Yuan Quhua's

Twenty-five, the willow trees in Baqiao hate every year, and the hibiscus leaves in Yuanpu are sad. -Su Yi's Partridge Sky, Maple Falling into the River, Liangye Shuiqiu

Twenty-six, tears are wet and dry. -

27. But hate is out of place, and it hurts. -Ruan Ji's

Eighty-two Poems of Love, Twenty-eight, Who threw a whip to fly across the river, recalling the past singing and licking blood, and worrying about the wind and rain. -Xin Qiji's "Water Tune Songs, Boat Times, Yangzhou and People's Rhyme"

29. Curtain control hooks, cover the Pearl Tower, and the wind and rain will replace the flowers. -Georgie's Spring always in my heart Don't Carve the Willow in front of the Saddle

3. At this time, the idle worry is not * * *, and the moon moves to the window and the spring is cold. -Wang Shizhen's

31. Time only makes people old, not believing in amorous feelings, and long-term hatred of leaving the pavilion, and tears of spring clothes and wine are easy to wake up. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps Make People Old"

32. After the death, I can't see it today, but the mountains and rivers are full of tears. -Xin Qiji's "Magnolia Slow, Send Zhang Zhonggu Handsome and Xing Yuan on the Seats"

33. The white-haired scholar shed tears in China, which was all bleak and did not drop to Niu Shan. -Liu Kezhuang's "He Xinlang Nine Days"

34. After staying for a long time, the river bridge was full of tears. -Wu Wenying's

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Thirty-six, sad through the ages, Qinhuai has a bright moon! -Sadula's "Nian Nujiao Deng Shi Cheng Second Dongpo Rhyme"

Thirty-seven, heartbroken, why should it be more sun-setting, and the eyes are hurt. -Liao Shimei's "Candle Shadows Shake Red, Title Anlu Floating Cloud Tower"

Thirty-eight, willow silk is soft, and smoke is woven into sorrow. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are charming and willows are gentle"

Thirty-nine, the colorful boat is loaded with sadness. -He Zhu's "Bodhisattva Man, the colorful boat is loaded with sadness"

Forty, Yunbai Mountain is more than 1, miles green, and the sorrow is straight north to Chang' an. -Du Fu's "A Little Cold Food in a Boat"

Forty-one, in the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to that person every day. -Bai Juyi's "Two Poems of Yang Liuzhi"

Forty-two, more cold food tears, want to rise the tide of smelting city. -Wang Anshi's "Cold Food in the Morning"

Forty-three, a purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold and cracked. -Nalan Xingde's "Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival"

44. The red teeth of colored fans are all here today, and I hate no one, so I can understand Kaiyuan music. -Jie Jiang's "He Xinlang Dream Cold Golden House"

Forty-five, no one can solve it, because the wind flies over the rose. —— Huang tingjian's

forty-six, roll up the pictures of the mountains and rivers, respond to the sad screams of arowana, and worry about poetry. -Yang Yanzheng's

47, a little worried into the eyebrows. -Yan Jidao's "Nanxiangzi Flowers Don't Have to Be Sad"

Forty-eight, there are tears at the beginning of the letter, and the wife is surprised and the woman cries. -Yuan Zhen's "Delving into Heaven"

Forty-nine, the Qin and Han Dynasties were sad, and the people were smeared with charcoal, and the scholars sighed. -Zhang Kejiu's

5. Jiangnan is naturally separated from sorrow, and the situation is wandering around the ancient road, returning to the wild goose and pingsha. —— Wang Yisun's "High Balcony and Zhou Caochuang Send Friends in Yueyue"

51. If you are interested in leaning on the painting column alone, clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send you to dusk. -Cao Xueqin's Ode to Bai Haitang

52, and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. -Li Shangyin's Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted

53. Many people grow old in years, but Gan Kun is worried. -wuqian's "Man Jiang Hong Yu Zhang Teng Wang Ge"

Fifty-four, clearly small like aloes, a sad desire to draw. -Nalan Xingde's

Taking a Small Picture with the Title of Seeing Fen Liang South

Fifty-five, vaguely distant peaks, and tears thanking Niang's eyebrows. -Shi Dazu's

fifty-six, faint and charming flowers are wet, and the light shadow with a pattern is sad all my life. -Nalan Xingde's "Huan Xi Sha Yong Wu Geng and Xiang Zhen Yun"

57, but the town was so small it was spared by the thieves, and the people so poor and so pitiable. —— Yuan Jie's "Thieves Retreat Officials"

58. Last night, the party was easy to break up, and the drunkenness added to the sorrow. -Feng Yansi's

Fifty-nine, sad Qin and Han dynasties, ten thousand rooms in the palace que were made of earth. -Zhang Yanghao's "Mountain Sheep Tongguan Nostalgia"

6. The sunset glow on the West Lake is good, the flower dock is flat, and the waves are flat, and there is no boat on the wild shore. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Sunset in the West Lake"

Sixty-one, no one brocade cymbals, who is the golden whip? -Li He's Twenty-three Horses Poems

Sixty-two. Last night, I was more sober and worried about cure a disease in spring. -Li Jing's "Ying Tianchang, One Hook, Early Moon, Face the Makeup Mirror"

Sixty-three, people scattered in the city, and gradually entered the season of sorrow. -Liu Kezhuang's "Sheng Chazi Yuan Xi Opera Chen Jingzuo"

Sixty-four, the spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the boat. -Wei Yingwu's "at chuzhou on the western stream"

Sixty-five, locked away from sorrow, endless, when I came, I was unfamiliar with it. -Han Zhen's "Feng Xiao Yin Locks Away from Sorrow"

Sixty-six, tomorrow's yellow butterfly is also worried. -Su Shi's "Nanxiangzi Chongjiu Hanhui Building is Xu Junyou"

Sixty-seven, I still hate the east wind, and it is even more boring. -Zhang Wei's Mo Mei

68. Worry can hurt people, and green temples turn into frost. -Li Bai's sad love poem (68 lines)

First, when there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. -Yan Shu's

Second, every night, the lovesickness is even more residual, and the sad moon is dry, and I miss you and I am cold. -Wei Zhuang's

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of qingping tune. Fourth, when you are born, you will return, and when you die, you will be Sauvignon Blanc. -Su Wu's "Becoming a Husband and Wife"

5. I don't know that the soul is broken, and there is a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "Two Female Guanzi"

Sixth, linglong dice Anhoudou, do you know how much you miss it? -Wen Tingyun's "Yang Liuzhi"

Seven, the ice and Jing Quan entered the boudoir, and the golden jar was green and sad. -Li Bai's "Sitting at Night"

VIII. Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, and tears are sent to acacia. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"

Nine, the breeze and the bright moon are bitter and homesick, and the prodigal son has been in the army for more than ten years. -Wang Wei's "Yizhou Song"

X. When you are born, you will return, and when you die, you will be Sauvignon Blanc. -Su Wu's "Leaving a Wife"

Eleven, the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk. -Zhu Shuzhen's "Mountain Chazi"

XII. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain. -Li Shangyin's note on a rainy night to a friend in the north